I didn’t ask to be born a baby, or ask to STAY an infant all my life–but that’s what has happened.
What if YOU had to lie in a crib all the time, and have folks bend over and make, “Goo-goo, gah-gah” sounds and chuck your chubby chin with their fingertips. That’s the worst part of it all.
But now I’ll get even. My nanny accidentally dropped a plastic fork in my crib, and forgot to remove it. The next “grownup” that bends over me and chucks my chin is going to get that fork–right in the eye!